40: I'm not even going to act anymore.

Soon, the group of four, led by Lu Yi, arrived unhurriedly before the ancient Hall of Inheritance.

However, before they could get close.

From the distance, the sounds of fierce spiritual power clashes and fighting could already be heard.

Looking up, they saw two familiar figures locked in a frantic struggle on the open ground outside the hall.

They were none other than Wu Yang and Lin Tian, who had just determined a winner at the Exchange Conference.

"You're seriously insane!"

While fighting, Wu Yang continued to roar angrily:

"I just said a couple of things about you, is it really necessary to chase me down like a mad dog trying to kill me?!"

Wu Yang's mood at this moment could be described as utterly exasperated.

First, he had just been kicked flying by that jinx Lu Yi and had his Storage Pouch snatched away.

Then, following the general direction, he had finally managed to arrive before this final Hall of Inheritance.

Who would have thought he'd run into that Lin Tian again, the one who kept trying to fight him to the death on the arena earlier.

When enemies meet, their eyes blaze with hatred.

He couldn't help but taunt the other man a couple of times, mocking him as a loser.

But to his surprise, this guy flew into a rage without a word.

Once again, he started fighting with a death wish, and every move was even more vicious than on the arena!

After Lu Yi's group landed, they gathered to the side and watched with keen interest.

At the same time, they also noticed that aside from them, there were only a handful of other spectators in this area.

Presumably, most of the other Cultivators who entered the Secret Realm had gone to compete for the other Opportunities marked on the map.

After all, there was only one final Legacy, and the competition was too fierce.

If they couldn't secure it here, there wouldn't be enough time to go after other Opportunities, making the whole endeavor hardly worth the risk.

Just then, Lu Yi's gaze swept over the few others also watching the spectacle.

Finally, it settled on one particular figure among them.

That figure was clearly unaffected by the intense battle taking place in the field.

That was Wu Mingxu, who had headed straight for this place from the moment he entered the Secret Realm.

His eyes were now fixed unwaveringly on the tightly closed stone doors of the Hall of Inheritance.

Completely ignoring the two men engaged in fierce combat not far from him, his entire being radiated an unusual level of focus.

Just as Wu Yang and Lin Tian were still locked in their intense, evenly-matched battle...

*Dong— Dong— Dong—*

From within the hall, several heavy and ancient bell tolls suddenly rang out.

Immediately after, the two heavy stone doors carved with mysterious runes began to move.

Amidst a series of rumbling roars, they slowly swung inward, opening.

Seeing the hall's stone doors finally open, Wu Yang obviously lost interest in continuing to fight that madman Lin Tian.

Feinting an attack, he used the momentum of his retreat to suddenly surge his Qi, turned, and flew swiftly towards the opening doors.

Lin Tian, however, clung to him tenaciously like a stubborn parasite, chasing closely behind.

The other Cultivators who had been waiting here all along also transformed into streaks of light, flying into the great hall one after another.

However, Wu Mingxu, who had been staring intently at the doors earlier, stopped in his tracks after they opened. He remained standing in place, not entering immediately.

Naturally, Lu Yi had no intention of entering either.

Not to mention he had little interest in this so-called Divine Soul Realm Legacy to begin with.

Moreover, he already knew this was an elaborately laid trap.

It would be foolish to step into the game personally and become the fish being hooked.

He turned his head to look at Wu Mingyue, who was still clinging tightly to his arm, and asked:

"Aren't you planning to go in?"

Wu Mingyue stuck out her tongue and replied with a helpless expression:

"Better not. With my meager cultivation, I won't get my hopes up for some Old Ancestor's Legacy."

...

At this moment, the group of Cultivators who had flown into the hall...

The moment they entered, they felt a pressure as heavy as a mountain range suddenly descend from above, crushing down upon them!

Those with slightly weaker strength were immediately pressed to the ground by this pressure, falling into disarray.

Those with slightly stronger strength could only barely manage to half-kneel on the ground, their faces grave and sweat pouring down.

But their eyes grew increasingly fervent, fixed unwaveringly on the faint, golden-glowing silhouette deep within the hall.

Clearly, this was likely a test before obtaining the Legacy.

Those who could withstand this pressure and successfully reach the end of the hall would qualify for the final Legacy.

Subsequently, everyone gritted their teeth and began the arduous "crawl" towards the hall's far end.

Among this group, the one leading at the forefront was none other than the Son of Destiny, Wu Yang.

Along the way, Cultivators who couldn't withstand the terrifying pressure were continuously ejected from the hall by a force, losing their qualification.

Among these was Lin Tian.

He had already sustained significant internal injuries from the previous competition.

Earlier, he had engaged in another high-intensity fight with Wu Yang, expending a great deal of Qi.

Now, under the impact of this powerful pressure, his new and old injuries flared up simultaneously. His vision went dark, and he too was ejected by that force.

After being ejected from the hall, he fell unconscious on the spot.

Lu Yi walked over to him, nudged him a couple of times with his foot, and found he showed no reaction.

So, Lu Yi let out a "tsk" sound and complained in a tone full of disappointment:

"I spared your life earlier, hoping you'd be more useful. Turns out you're not up to the task either."

"It seems that once the Secret Realm ends, it'll be time for you to serve your final purpose."

Meanwhile, inside the hall, Wu Yang had taken a commanding lead over the others.

The powerful pressure forced a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, but relying on his tenacious will, he persisted and reached the silhouette.

The moment he arrived, the silhouette suddenly erupted with a brilliant golden light.

The terrifying pressure that had enveloped the entire hall also dissipated into nothingness.

Everyone except Wu Yang was ejected from the hall by an irresistible force.

At this moment, inside the hall, the remnant soul of the Xuanwu Kingdom's ancestor directly issued a majestic and ancient voice, commanding Wu Yang:

"Open your mind and spirit, and receive this venerable one's Legacy."

At first, Wu Yang felt a surge of joy, thinking that he had ultimately obtained the final Legacy.

But he quickly snapped out of his immense elation.

Open his mind and spirit?

Since when did receiving a Legacy require opening one's mind and spirit?

This goes against common sense, doesn't it?

Subsequently, he respectfully voiced his doubt:

"May I ask, Senior, why must one open their mind and spirit to receive the Legacy?"

The silhouette hadn't expected this guy to remain clear-headed despite the overwhelming joy and maintain his vigilance, not falling for the trick.

It had no choice but to explain:

"This venerable one's Legacy is immensely vast, containing the cultivation and insights of a lifetime. You must open your mind and spirit to receive it completely. However, this process has a minor side effect..."

"What side effect?"

Wu Yang continued to inquire curiously.

"The side effect is that after receiving the Legacy, you will lose all your memories!"

Before the silhouette could even finish speaking, it suddenly struck.

The vanished pressure, now several times stronger than before, violently crashed down upon Wu Yang, attempting to forcibly seize his body through Possession.

Seeing this, Wu Yang inwardly exclaimed, 'Well, damn! This guy's not even pretending anymore!'

He immediately activated the protective Magic Treasure bestowed by his Revered Master, desperately resisting the terrifying pressure.

Although this remnant soul was once a powerhouse of the Divine Soul Realm.

In the end, it was merely a remnant soul, and after a thousand years of erosion, it had long been extremely weak.

Coupled with the many protective Magic Treasures Wu Yang possessed, gifts from his Revered Master Leng Ningshuang.

For the time being, this remnant soul actually couldn't directly subdue Wu Yang.

Just as Wu Yang was about to give way, and the remnant soul's remaining power was also nearly depleted...

Outside the hall, a strange, blood-red light suddenly appeared.

Like a sharp arrow, it shot through the air with a piercing sound directly towards that golden silhouette!